He bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at me. We're on Market Street headed towards Penn Square and I wait while he pulls the car into the Ritz-Carlton garage, slides into his parking space and gives me his full attention. He puts his arm across my headrest and traces the shell of my ear with his fingers before speaking softly.

"Because I want to come inside of you, even if it's in a condom. And then I want to do it again. And again. I don't know if I can hold off a load for your throat until tomorrow."

I want to blow him in this car right now, but I'm guessing he's a few years past that stage in his life. Plus it's a very tiny car.

"But I promise I won't bring you home tomorrow night without letting you suck my dick. Deal?"